Thursday, March 17, 2011

guilty of charge

Johan and I went to see a mediocre art show on the weekend and in addition to birds (remember?), I found that another recurring subject matter was mountains. You know, photos of mountain chains, often in black and white, typically paired with a little neon paint or something: Lush pinks, say. Or fluorescent greens and blues.

So there I was wailing about the lack of inventiveness, only to return home a little later and be reminded of the fact that I had recently been admiring this album cover:

And that just the other day, we put up these vintage photographs portraying, as you can see, mountainscapes.

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About Me

I'm the 29-year-old love child of a Swedish airhostess and a Danish ad man. After five years in New York, I’ve recently returned to my native Copenhagen where I continue to live above my means. I love dogs, children and the elderly, and like defying my lactose intolerance by eating foods with lots of cheese. I don't care terribly for pizza, but I like the look of melted mozzarella suspended mid-air, and the expression on a person's face when it finally looses its elasticity and boomerangs shwuph onto their chin. Apart from recreational substance abuse, I relax by splitting hair - something that has lately gone way out of hand.